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[girlslimbo]

"and what are you gonna do when someone cant comfort you?"

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[roditsch]

TW: blood, body horror

Wounded swallow

Text on picture is chorus from "Alter Mann" of Rammstein

"All blood that have been on my hands germinate with flesh inside myself. All lives I took reached my mind, taking away my sight so I can hear thir screaming and cursing my being.

I served animals I've turned into."

I imagined corrupted Schwalbe as neutral enemies who will show aggression after attacking other enemies or themselves. They will periodically spreading bioresonance and glitching, but not that harming as Kolibri's.

Schwalbes are blind and not mobile, but bioresonance can provide them to feel livings for aiming. As they use anti-panzer rifle, it's better to think faster while turning radio and getting right frequency, or leave the room. Radio will only distract them from aiming, not killing.

Their legs are totally ruined. There's remaining only crawling on single normal arm, while other is accrued to weapon(where they find ammo and how, the question is open)

Their mind... Is still here. Maybe you can try to talk with them, even you hear painful growling and wheezes. They still sense warmth of others. Probably they won't stop "experiencing" their punishment... But if you want to, there's chance to once comfort them.

[unironicallycringe]

I love taking a break from fandoms, then coming back like "hey! I should make friends by engaging with the TES fandom, ill reblog this funny thing I liked and add my thoughts" but realizing people on Tumblr are catty as fuck and will instead just instantly post about how your reblog irritated them lol alright tysm I am now Aware of what this space is like! got it! message received!

My sideblog is prob about to be blocked by half of Dark Brotherhood space but Malon and Lucien will keep me company here in the fucking exile zone

EXTREMELY FUNNY IF I WAS LIKE "I think I'll work on my DB fic and lore and put effort in that space--" THEN GOT SO TURNED OFF OF IT FROM THIS FIRST IMPRESSION THAT IT GOT ME TO UPDATE TMM FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YEARS AHSHXBEHSV

[thewarpsystem]

the thing about self-diagnosing yourself with a CDD is that for some systems it’s their only option. medical professionals are human beings with biases and it’s impossible for those not to affect their work in some way because psychologists are not completely logical infallible robots. some MH professionals don’t even believe CDD systems are possible, they think all of us are faking and will outright refuse to diagnose anyone with CDDs because of that. so even if you want a professional diagnosis and have the money time and energy to pursue one, you also have to get lucky with the specialist(s) you see or shop around for one who will take you seriously. not everybody is going to be able to do all that and that shouldn’t bar them from entering CDD spaces to discuss their symptoms and figure out how to manage them if they’ve done a decent amount of research

DID is literally more prevalent than autism, and that’s just counting professionally diagnosed systems (also, 40% of dissociative disorder diagnoses are for OSDD, so the prevalence of OSDD systems is likely even higher). there are soooo many CDD systems out there and i bet a big chunk of us don’t have a professional diagnosis either because we can’t get one despite our best efforts or we just don’t want it on our records. and it goes without saying that these undiagnosed systems should be respected and not immediately suspected of faking just because they’re undiagnosed

[ournameisfun]

I really do wish I could engage more with BG3 fandom (and esp my Gale girlies...) but years of being in elder scrolls tumblr and the dramas that happened in there have taught me 1) never share anything that means anything to you and 2) people will misconstrue anything you say to villainize you, and I am Not going back to that shit lmaoooo

[podcastjam]

2024 Podcast Jam Projects & Teams

Here's all the teams that will be creating pilots for the event this year!!!! Thank you so much to everyone participating, we're SO excited to hear about your projects over the coming month. 4 days until scriptwriting starts, and until then, happy jamming!

SPACE SPECKS Rawlyx loakes quillsandpaper seallbringer6132 smallsies

The Ichorous Rot falloutcoy fluxoid gooboogy chazzo0319 moookar4733

Hello? Are you there? Chronolojay T3chie FungiFungius strawberrytommy

Valdivan's Finest Astralphire Goateggz Kjsmithi Masterofcoordination Rabidxracoon Strilondes

World Fuse kkomaism beardwolfe elischwarz ilaalexei leahstar neutroniums

The Finder's Keeper GiveMeYourLemon Maddie.vo DeumEnki

Schrodinger's Pledge hannahaimee17 collidiasrex chiaroscuro671 wildwolfy spiraleyed devotedwretch

Eart(h) FM am4937 cyanosiis enbyfatale fiveleafclover lotsadeer sirdarkcross timberfins

Gavin's Window wayfaring_weathervane madd413 franb. Sable_Cable Madtelier

Garden of Baffling Beasts cawcawmarmalade prinx_e_umlaut w3vilgrows

Working Tidal itslouisw. wesmarin geeky_fandom codyvm jenahb totcocoa

Hamuel Burger and the American Dream hotchocolate2197 bulkhs mississpissi

Match Team sblr rosiefinch cosmicgranola some_enby eclipsedskye humanfryingpan

Individual Projects Filohazard just_alex smolgremlin.

[the-baby-storyteller]

If you’re still doing bthb… would you want to do tortured for information and cradling someone in their arms for gen whumpee/caretaker? Maybe even painful wound cleaning thrown in for fun ✨

I am, and I like how you think!

(Fun fact, I didn’t register the gen at first so I wrote this whole thing as romantic.🥲 But then I fixed it so, enjoy!)

BTHB - Tortured for information

“I’m not going to tell you anything!”

A eyed the torturer carefully as they stared off at one another.

“So stubborn.” Torturer tutted, “So foolishly stubborn.”

They circled around their chair, eyeing A calmly.

“You do understand that I won’t take no for an answer?”

A growled and tugged their chest against the ropes holding them to the chair. They glared at the torturer.

“Then you’ll be here for a while.” A remarked.

“Oh, dear,” Torturer said, chuckling, “it’s you who’s going to suffer more from be being here for a while, not me.”

They pulled out a taser.

A stiffened.

Without warning, the torturer jammed the taser into their chest.

Instantly A convulsed, simultaneously not sblr to move at all.

The pain was excruciating. They couldn’t see, couldn’t think. They felt blinded by the pain as they struggled but couldn’t get away. Just when it started getting hard to breathe, it pulled away.

A fell forward as much as they could with their restraints, heaving in breaths and coughing.

“Shall we go again?”

Before they could look up, Torturer thrust the taser to their neck and this time it hurt much more. They screamed, face twisting and tears streaming down their face. Their muscles spasmed and they felt like they were choking.

Torturer didn’t stop this time. They didn’t let A breathe as they came closer, pushing the taser further and further into their neck, never giving them a break for minutes until A was a stiff yet limp, warbling mess under them.

After an interminable number of minutes, Torturer finally pulled back and A’s muscles loosened for a split second before seizing, twitching and convulsing. They gasped trying to gulp in breath but every movement of their throat made their muscles scream.

Torturer moved behind them and grabbed their hair, taking their head back and so painfully straining their sore throat, and they choked.

“Who has the key to the hideout?” Torturer asked coldly.

“I a- already told you-” A stammered, weakly forcing out words.

“I know,” the torturer narrowed their eyes, “you were lying. Now tell me.”

“Who knows how to get in to our base.” They pulled A’s hair harder with each punctuation. “Which one of your filthy teammates infiltrated us?”

A’s lips trembled but they stayed silent.

Torturer walked around and kicked them in the gut, drawing a painful yelp out from them which only tore up their throat further.

“I’m not-“ A gritted out, breathing heavily, “Telling you anything.”

“Are you sure about that?”

They looked up. The torturer had brought out an assortment of absolutely terrifying looking knives. Some had spikes, some were long, almost like swords.

“Which one should we start with?” Torturer asked, relaxed.

They picked one up and twirled it around in

“Let’s see how long you last.”

A shuddered. This was for them. For the team. They wouldn’t give up, no matter what. They were strong. They would hold out.

- -

Three hours later and was no longer just screaming.

Their whole world was blurry. The torture never stopped.

Their body was bloody; Torturer had carved into their arm and tasted right onto their insides. Every team member had held out for torture before, was experienced in it, but this.

They barely knew where they were they were so bloody disoriented. Everything was hazy and all they could register was pain pain pain that never went away and only got worse because Torturer never stopped-

“What a bore. You’ve held out all this time.”

Torturer pouted, then brightened.

“Shall we amp it up?” They asked.

Amp. It. Up? What kind of amping was worse than three hours of torture?

Then they saw it. The water tub.

Torturer hauled it out from under a table, dirt and grime floating in the water. A wouldn’t just choke. They’d swallow everything in there too. A turned white as a sheet.

“N-no please,” they started blubbering, “you don’t have to- we don’t have to do this-“

“Oh, but we do,” Torturer said stalking forward, “unless you decide to tell me what I want to know.”

They couldn’t. They couldn’t. But they couldn’t hold out and drowning terrified them but they couldn’t betray the team-

They started hyperventilating as Torturer just smiled and just drew closer.

A closed their eyes as they tensed against the ropes, mind fighting internally as they grappled with the fact that the torturer was about to waterboard them-

Debris flew everywhere as the door burst down. A’s head flew up just as five figures swarmed in through the doorway. They instantly pounced on Torturer, yelling furiously, and the water tub fell to the floor.

The team.

Thank all that was beautiful.

A stared in disoriented awe as the team swept through the area. They hadn’t thought anyone would come for them. A let out a little sob.

“Shhh shhh.”

They turned, coming face to face with B. A’s glossy eyes struggled to see them, but they just made out B’s face and they hiccuped a breath.

Caretaker’s face looked just as distressed, but they hid it better.

“Come, we need to get you out of here.” They spoke, “You shouldn’t be here any longer.”

They registered that their ropes were now somehow cut, and Caretaker pulled them, (more like dragged their entire weight), out of the room.

- -

“We’re so, so sorry we let this happen. It should have never-” B growled under their breath. “Torturer.”

A didn’t want to hear it anymore. They just wanted to be safe, to feel to warmness and assured comfort of B arms around them. They were finally out of that terrible room, laid on the floor with B knelt next to them in a different one of the chambers they had been led through. The whole place was safe now; the team had wiped everybody out before getting to A. Before A could control it, they let out a little whine.

B instantly turned back to them. Even in their mess, A burned with embarrassment. Why the hell had they done that?

B smiled lightly, thought, shoulders dropping and losing the stress they were previously holding.

At least I could make them relax, A thought.

Slowly, their eyes started to well up with tears.

“Oh, Whumpee,” B gasped, “Come here.”

B drew A into their lap and brought their arms around them. A’s muscles ached, and their crying picked up, and B stroked their hair, muttering softly:

“It’s okay. It’s okay, I know. We’re here now. I’m here. You’re not going to be hurt, you won’t be hurt.”

“It-“, A started, throat clogged by distress, “it was so hard and it hurt so much and I was so scared-”

“Shhhh,” B soothed, drawing a hand down their chin, bringing them back from hyperventilation, “Shhh, it’s okay. Calm down, we’re here now.”

A’s sobs turned into sniffles as B continued whispering sweet, comforting words into A’s ear.

“It’s all alright, I know, I’m so sorry,” B said, softly wiping away tears from A’s pain-stricken face, “You did such a good job, you’re so good, and we’ll never let that happen to you again. It’s alright now.”

B continued to pet their hair as A calmed down.

“Listen, I need to asses you, okay?” B said when A was a little bit more coherent, “I saw the stuff they had back there and it looked…bad. So I need to examine you and have you respond and comply. Can you do that for me?”

A hesitated, but nodded slowly, gingerly.

“Good job. Very good.” B praised.

A exhaled shakily. They were safe. Safe with B.

A heard B turn and mutter to themself, we can’t deal with the tasing now unfortunately, and look back over to A.

“I saw the water.” B started. “You didn’t inhale any of it did you?”

“N-no, I-,” A stuttered,” “you guys came before Tort- they could make me.” They muttered quietly, digging their chin into their chest.

They thought they saw B’s jaw tick but by the time they looked up to confirm it was gone.

“Okay,” B breathed out. “I can definitely see some injuries they’ve made.” B said unpleasantly. A’s weakened state was the only way they resisted gulping nervously. They didn’t like B when they were angry.

B pulled out their extensive first aid kid they always made sure was filled to the brim with supplies A didn’t even know existed.

“We’re gonna have to clean these cuts. They’re pretty deep and that room was not the pinnacle of cleanliness.”

A froze, then started up.

“W-wait no please,” they begged, straining against B’s arms encircling them, “Don’t it’ll be too painful I can’t, no- You don’t have to, do you-”

“Hey, woah, wait,” B’s eyebrows shout up as they held A down easily, A’s muscles too worn out and weak to do anything even mildly strenuous. B held them more securely on their lap, making them squirm, fighting B.

“Hey, no fighting me.” B scolded and A let out a pitiful cry. “I know, shh, I know it’s painful and scary. But I have to do it, you know, okay? You know this.” They reached their top arm over, grabbing alcohol and a pad. A whimpered.

“It’s alright.” B tried to soothe. “Can I get help over here?” A heard B call to a teammate who must have come in recently. Soon they were backed up against another guest and held in place firmly with arms stronger than B’s. They wiggled and worked, but the arms tightened and they yelped, quickly dying down and letting their body go limp in their teammate’s arms.

The alcohol pad was brought to the deepest cut on their arm and they immediately screamed. A felt their body tense up with effort, and couldn’t help themself from again struggling against their teammates. But their muscles were silk and hard and every movement hurt, only making them cry out more.

“A, you have to calm down.” B implored, Please try to be still. You agreed to comply, remember?”

A sniffled hard, tears streaming down their face as they heaved and choked. Their breaths were closer to shudders and they trembled in their friends’ arms.

B didn’t wait for them to say yes.

The second time the swab hit their arm, it went even deeper, and they only got to see blinding white light for two seconds before they passed out.

- -

A woke up go a light, soothing pressures appeared on their head. It pressed and nudged and soothed the tension perfectly and they let out a sigh despite themself.

They opened their eyes and saw B’s free hand massaging their scalp. B smiled down at them softly.

A blinked, then looked around. They weren’t in the chamber’s rooms anymore. Now they were in a tent, their team’s tent.

The team must have moved me back, A thought, trying not to blush at the embarrassment of a teammate holding their limp form.

“Sleep.” B voice pulled A back to their gaze. “When you wake up again, I’ll still be here. Rest.”

A wanted to contest, to make B speak about what happened and tell them everything whumper said and how in danger they were-

But B’s hands only added more glorious, perfectly placed pressure to their scalm and their limbs loosened without their permission as they exhaled, sinking deeper into B’s arms.

“Sleep.”

A shuddered, the last of their body’s energies expending themselves as they finally, finally, had reached safety, and they went limp as all went black.

[toastannas]

is it mean of me to say i wish t*sblr (especially wrt eso) had more horny sapphic fans the way theres horny sapphics in the farcille and caitvi tags

[nomaishuttle]

urghh im at perfect time for 7.5 hours of sleep which is a multiple of 1.5 and thus goof which is awwsome and im sleepy but i wont be sblr to fall asleep wuick enouhh. so itll be more like 7.25 hours so i might as well judt wait for 6 hours but also I'm sleepy UGHH

[mercynyou]

its onlu been a. fww hours imnso needy inactually feel so insane and stipud for being liek this i feel like a. baby whi cant go without for even a. day i jusr want andy i want to sleepnwirh him and just forget eveyrhung and feel oksu and safe i hate my lifr si badi wush i didnt need himto feel secure i wish i wasnr a child j should be sblr to be fine without him bur im not and its so annoyinf

[bobcross1010]

but i wont be sblr to sprak to you :(

wife please see my lament

[caactus-witch]

170919 Last week

[roditsch]

Common situation when you are designed to bodyguard political bastards leaders and in addition to your duties there inserts babysitting

Juwel is regular bodyguard of Feruza's family residence. She replaced decommissioned schwalbe past some time after birth of Feruza.

Feruza's family is Rotfront scribes, they manage popular publishing house, that was approved by Heimat. Respect of the Nation made them very authoritative and vulnerable for "traitors", so they got protection of swallows cadre

Little Feruza got strange affection towards specific schwalbe in her house, she liked her that much she easily recognised her and never mistakes. Was it the fact that this schwalbe was new and innocent one or bioresonant reasons not clear. But it's clear as day, baby loved her maybe little more than her own mother.

And Juwel took care of little one. Spending time with Ruzie, the nickname she called her in private, gave her so much joy. The mother of Feruza didn't passed it as a problem, Juwel was making her work and even relieved part of eule's work of caring about the baby(or she just was too busy to care about it). Bodyguard used to teach her board and card games: from chess to "fool"; she considered that develops cunning.

Juwel is bioresonant, she could understand Feruza's emotions, needs and feelings, if she was lying or hiding something, but she tried to never use it against her. Yet in childhood Feruza had complicated relationship with her mom, older she becomes, tougher things gets. Juwel found it... Upsetting.

[obi-troll-kenobi]

People be seeing a show with 10 guys and 2 girls who barely interact with each other and be like: if you prefer shipping these men over these two women you’re a misogynist.

[thewarpsystem]

transmasculine systems, especially those who are medically transitioning: how do you deal with hyperfeminine alters who experience their own dysphoria/how do you help them cope? and if there’ve been any, how have you resolved conflicts between the rest of the system and these hyperfeminine alters (for us, any attempt by that alter to present more femininely triggers dysphoria in somebody else so it usually causes issues and builds resentment)?

[1-1-s1ay-2-2]

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